Mass Effect
Down the long corridor you walk, passing the dim orange glow of the control panels and the rows of spines hunched over in permanent crescents; your boots scraping against the metal with every step, making a soft click-clicking sound.
You approach the ship's pilot sitting in front of the main control panel. "Commander", the pilot greets you with a nod.
Your options:
"Ship status?"
"Personal story?"
You chose:
"Ship status?"
You respond:
"Tell me the status of the ship", you say with stoic grace.
"All systems are go, Commander. Nothing to report. Anything else?", the pilot asks.
Your options:
"Personal story?"
"Goodbye."
You chose:
"Goodbye."
You respond:
"I have to go take a shit."